The sergeant consulted his back notes, and replied: "Yes, Cap', that's what he said." Suddenly Captain Clinton drew from his hip pocket the revolver which he had found on the floor, near the dead man's body. The supreme test was about to be made. The wily police captain would now play his trump card. It was not without reason that his enemies charged him with employing unlawful methods in conducting his inquisitorial examinations. "Stop your lying!" he said fiercely. "Tell the truth, or we'll keep you here until you do. The motive is clear. You came for money. You were refused, and you did the trick." Suddenly producing the revolver, and holding it well under the light, so that the rays from the electrolier fell directly on its highly polished surface, he shouted: "Howard Jeffries, you shot Robert Underwood, and you shot him with this pistol!" Howard gazed at the shining surface of the metal as if fascinated. He spoke not a word, but his eyes became riveted on the weapon until his face assumed a vacant stare. From the scientific standpoint, the act of hypnotism had been accomplished. In his nervous and overfatigued state, added to his susceptibility to quick hypnosis, he was now directly under the influence of Captain Clinton's stronger will, directing his weaker will. He was completely receptive. The past seemed all a blur on his mind. He saw the flash of steel and the police captain's angry, determined-looking face. He felt he was powerless to resist that will any longer. He stepped back and gave a shudder, averting his eyes from the blinding steel. Captain Clinton quickly followed up his advantage: "You committed this crime, Howard Jeffries!" he shouted, fixing him with a stare. To his subordinate he shouted: "Didn't he, Maloney?" "He killed him all right," echoed Maloney. His eyes still fixed on those of his victim, and approaching his face close to his, the captain shouted: "You did it, Jeffries! Come on, own up! Let's have the truth! You shot Robert Underwood with this revolver. You did it, and you can't deny it! You know you can't deny it! Speak!" he thundered. "You did it!" Howard, his eyes still fixed on the shining pistol, repeated, as if reciting a lesson: "I did it!" Quickly Captain Clinton signaled to Maloney to approach nearer with his notebook. The detective sergeant took his place immediately back of Howard. The captain turned to his prisoner: "You shot Robert Underwood!" "I shot Robert Underwood," repeated Howard mechanically. "You quarreled!" "We quarreled." "You came here for money!" "I came here for money." "He refused to give it to you!" "He refused to give it to me." "There was a quarrel!" "There was a quarrel." "You drew that pistol!" "I drew that pistol." "And shot him!" "And shot him." Captain Clinton smiled triumphantly. "That's all," he said.